Bound In Love's Curse [Gojo Satoru x Female Readers]

7 ~ Seven

[W]hen you finally regained consciousness, your eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of a white ceiling above you and the sensation of rough bedding beneath your back.

Blinking several times to adjust to the blinding lights on the ceiling, you struggled to make sense of your surroundings.

And before you could gather your bearing, a female voice cut through the confusion. "Oh? She's finally awake."

Right on cue, a familiar face loomed into view above you. It was the blindfolded guy, you realized.

Despite your assumption that he might be blind, his confident demeanor caught you off guard.

"Well, well, look who's finally decided to join the land of the living! I was starting to think I'd have to entertain myself with shadow puppet," he quipped, his voice laced with playful sarcasm.

With a mix of annoyance and confusion, you instinctively sat up.

It was then that realization dawned upon you—your hoodie was missing, and your injuries had miraculously healed.

The sterile environment around you, resembling more of a morgue than an infirmary, only added to your growing sense of unease.

A wave of paranoia swept over you as you entertained wild thoughts. Were they trying to smuggle your organs or something?

Your gaze finally settled on a nearby desk, where a woman with long brown hair and pronounced dark circles under her eyes sat, her lab coat draped over the chair.

Sensing your attention, she turned towards you, offering a casual wave and greeting.

"Hey there! I'm Shoko Ieiri, and I'm the one who patched you up," she announced flatly, her tone devoid of any warmth or enthusiasm.

"Uh, thanks," you managed to mumble, still grappling with the surrealness of the situation and trying to process the events that led you here.

As if reading your mind, Shoko filled you in on the situation. "You passed out from exhaustion earlier. Gojo was the one who brought you here for a quick fix-up. Feel free to hit the road if you're good to go."

"So, you lot weren't planning to snatch my organs? Noted," you deadpanned, lost in your thoughts.

"I'll give you that, Y/N chan. You've got some humor," he chuckled between breaths.

With a shake of your head, you rose from the bed, stretching your limbs to alleviate the stiffness lingering from your recent ordeal.

You turned towards the blindfolded man, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in your gaze. "So, what's the plan now?"

"Well, now that you're patched up, Yaga sensei wants a word with you. Then I'll show you to your room," Gojo explained, flashing you a cheeky grin as he pointed both his index fingers roughly in your direction.

"Alright, let's get moving."

"Oh, and before we go," he interjected, drawing your attention. "I grabbed you a little something."

You raised an eyebrow, surprised, as he revealed a plastic bag dangling from his wrist.

"I figured you might need a quick bite before we head out, you know?"

His gesture left you momentarily stunned, not expecting such consideration from someone like him.

"So... am I being charming or what?" he quipped, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

Instantly, annoyance crept into your expression, and you let out an exasperated sigh.

Annoying. He was annoying and shamelessly so.

"Thanks," you replied tersely. "Hand it over, then!"

As Satoru Gojo handed you the food, he flashed you a grin. "There you go, Y/N-chan."

"Thanks, Gojo-kun," you replied, playing along with his teasing by adding the honorific. Although yours sounded awfully sarcastic.

With an amused chuckle, Gojo beckoned for you to follow him. "Come on, let's head somewhere else."

You nodded and waved at Shoko before falling into step behind him as he effortlessly navigated through the maze of corridors.

The journey was spent in comfortable silence, with Gojo's towering figure leading the way with lazy ease.

Finally, you arrived at Gojo's study. The room was adorned in traditional Japanese style structure, with a round window casting soft light into the space.

Two long couches and a coffee table formed the centerpiece of the room, with an ornate chair positioned by the window. A few flowers and bookshelves added to the ambiance, giving the room a cozy yet elegant feel.

Gojo grinned proudly as he gestured around the room. "Welcome to my domain. Feel free to make yourself at home."

Without a word, you settled into one of the couches, while Gojo took a seat opposite you. You unpacked the food and began inspecting each item.

Leaning back with a cocky smirk, Gojo spoke up. "So, what do you think of our little school so far?" he asked, his tone playful yet probing.

Picking up your chopsticks, you reached for the takoyaki, your favorite dish. As you savored the flavors, you took your time before responding.

"Sinister, for sure," you replied honestly, prompting another round of laughter from Gojo.

"Wait until you learn about the bigger picture," he teased cryptically.

A shiver ran down your spine at his words. It seemed there was more to this school than met the eye.

Sensing your tension, Gojo attempted to lighten the mood. "Go on, be a good girl and eat up," he urged, a hint of warmth in his voice.